Thirteen
Would he care? His female had asked.
Vector walked into their chambers on the Freedom, Kasia hefted over one of his shoulders. The doors closed behind them.
He’d care.
Too fraggin’ much.
If Kasia died. He swallowed hard, that mere thought twisting his big cyborg heart. If she died, his world would stop turning. He would gladly walk into a swarm of Furudian fire burrowers, embrace that painful end, unable to survive without her.
Vector tossed her onto the sleeping support. She laughed as she bounced. He shook his head. His female was reckless and he shouldn’t find that as thrilling as he did.
When he was around her, his circuits surged. He felt newly manufactured, invincible, whole. She knew his secrets and still wanted him. He stripped off his body armor.
“Ohhh…we’re getting naked.” She grinned, removing her boots, revealing her perfect feet. “I like this reprimand already.”
“You aren’t supposed to like reprimands.” Vector caught her ankles, raised her feet, kissed her soles. He’d never allow anything bad to happen to them, to her. He reluctantly released her.
“I never do what I’m supposed to do.” She wiggled out of her flight suit. “Take off your boots, warrior. Show me those sexy feet.”
“They’re not my feet.” Though they were beginning to feel like his. Vector kicked his boots off. He no longer viewed the feet as monstrosities but as gear…like his body armor or a gun.
“Bring those feet here.” She hooked her long legs around his and tried to draw him to her.
He resisted. “No. You have to learn restraint.” And he had to solidify his. Her musk teased his nostrils. Her skin was appealingly soft against his. Her body was temptation unleashed.
The challenge of subduing her appealed to the primitive side of him.
“How will you teach me?” She gazed up at him, her big brown eyes bright with expectation.
He wanted to kiss her until her visual system shut down, until all she saw was him. His muscles tensed. This lesson would test both of them. “Lie back, put your hands above your head and spread your legs.”
“Yes.” Her fists pumped the air. “You’ll punish me by eating me out.”
He wanted to eat her out but that would reward both of them.
And she didn’t deserve a reward. His female hadn’t yet obeyed his orders.
“Female,” Vector growled. She had to follow his commands, especially on their upcoming mission. Her life could depend upon it.
She rolled her eyes and complied with his instructions, stretching her arms and legs out, the action drawing his attention to her small breasts and taut nipples. Those sensitive peaks begged for his mouth.
“You’re not to move.” Needing a physical connection with her, he placed his hands on her stomach. Her muscles contracted under his palms, her form lean, defined, strong, a body any warrior would admire.
And he wasn’t merely any warrior. He was her warrior. This female belonged to him. Vector gazed at her with passion, with lust.
The darkness of her skin was accentuated by the stark whiteness of the sleeping support. Her hair framed her gorgeous face, a buzz of softness over her skull. Vector’s fingers twitched, the urge to touch her all over escalating.
“Now, what do I do?” She arched her back, his female unable to remain still.
“You are to do nothing.” He pressed down, striving to contain her movements. “Except wait.”
“Wait.” She moaned, that erotic sound making him even harder than he already was. “I waited for half a solar cycle before contacting you. I waited forty-two planet rotations for you to arrive.”
“You waited forty-four planet rotations for me to arrive,” he corrected. If he had known she was his female, he would have claimed her immediately, not delaying. The frag with the cyborg council’s approval.
“That’s even longer.” Her bottom lip curled and he battled the urge to bite that delicate flesh. “I know how to wait, warrior.”
“Think while you’re waiting,” he advised.
“Oh, I’m thinking.” Her gaze drifted over him, heating him without contact. “I’m thinking about licking you all over, about flicking my tongue over the tip of that big cock of yours.” Her little pink tongue skimmed over her top lip and Vector’s cock bobbed. “I’m thinking about dragging my lips over your shaft, taking you deep inside my mouth, sucking on you, bobbing up and down until your balls tighten and you lose control and come, your essence slamming against the back of my throat.”
Fraggin’ hole. Vector shook, need ravaging his willpower. The Humanoid Alliance couldn’t break him but his female would.
“I’m wet for you, warrior.” She lifted her hips.
“I know.” He inhaled her arousal with every breath, the scent straining his systems.
“I’m now thinking about where I prefer to take you first. In my mouth.” She smacked her lips. “Or in my pussy. I love the way you fill me, the way you drive into me, the weight of you on top of me.” She wiggled her ass, her skin brushing against the surface of the sleeping support. “I’m already open to you.” She flexed her thigh muscles. “With your cyborg speed, you could be inside me in a heartbeat, my heat around you. It would feel so good.”
It would feel good for both of them. Vector’s balls ached. He’d never experienced anything as wonderful as breeding with his female. She fit him perfectly, was manufactured for him.
“Female,” he growled, spreading his fingers over her stomach.
“Why are you waiting to fuck me, Vector?”
He no longer knew. Whatever lesson he’d been striving to impart was lost in a haze of lust. His processors, his organic brain centered around one thing, one being only.
His female.
“We’ve delayed long enough.” Vector decided.
“Yes.” She jumped to her feet. The motion caused her to bounce on the sleeping support. Her slight curves jiggled.
“Kasia.” Vector frowned. “What are you do—”
His reckless female leaped toward him, answering his unfinished question with action. Their bodies smacked together as he caught her, an oomph escaping her parted lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grasped his face, and kissed him hard.
His chest vibrated with trapped laughter. She was a ball of exuberance and it was impossible to deny her. Vector opened his mouth, allowing his female to ravish him. She thrust her tongue between his teeth, repeated that action again and again, mimicking the breeding motion. What she lacked in finesse, she made up for in enthusiasm, her sensuous attack overcoming all of his defenses.
Not that he had many fortifications against her. Her rambunctious soul called to his more restrained heart, liberating him.
Vector cupped her ass, holding her to him, until her movements slowed, and then he wrested control of the embrace back from her, sucking on her tongue, stroking his flesh over hers, forcing them into a maintainable rhythm.
She clung to his nape, curving her fingers around his neck, and she rubbed her breasts against his chest, taunting him with touch, the combination of yielding curves and tight nipples delectably female. He took two strides to the left, propping her against the wall.
This freed his hands to explore. Vector ran them over her neck, between her breasts, chasing his fingers with his lips, tasting the salt of her skin, inhaling her sweet scent. He covered her with his nanocybotics and that pleased the primitive, possessive part of him.
He hadn’t verbally claimed her in his conversations with Power, with the Homeland, but no one would doubt she was his. She had been branded with his lips, his hands, his cock, and he would reinforce that marking with every breeding.
“Vector.” Her fingernails sank into his skull, that bite of pain exciting him. “Please.”
Vector couldn’t deny her, couldn’t make her wait any longer. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. “Be still, female.” He pressed her shoulders against the wall and drew back his hips, prodding her softness, searching for her entrance.
“Can’t.” She wiggled, making the task of aligning them impossible.
“Female,” he hollered. She would obey him.
Kasia froze, her body stiffening and her eyes widening.
Vector rewarding her by thrusting, hard, burying himself up to his base in warm, wet female. She shrieked, clutching at him, digging her heels into his ass cheeks.
He released a heartfelt groan, pleasure engulfing him. The sensations ripped away the last remnants of his control, releasing his savage side. Vector withdrew to his tip, drove back into her, withdrew, drove back into her, his pace hard and fast.
Kasia’s ass smacked against the wall. Her legs closed around him, the power in her form reassuring him. She could take whatever he gave her.
And she was vocal, yelling, “More. More. More.” She’d tell him if his thrusts were too intense. Vector laved her neck with the flat of his tongue, savoring her taste, her scent.
Sweat beaded on her skin, making her glisten. Desire burned in her eyes. That passion was for him and he reveled in it, pulling it over him like emotional body armor. It made him stronger, a better male, a more imposing warrior.
He’d protect her during the upcoming mission. Vector captured her lips with his, sealing that unspoken vow with a kiss. Since he’d escaped, his entire lifespan had been spent in service to others, protecting his brethren, guarding the edges of cyborg-controlled space.
Now, it would be spent in service to her, his female.
Vector drove into Kasia. Her softness surrounded his shaft. Her wetness dripped between his balls. Other warriors would pursue the Humanoid Alliance officers. His sole responsibility was to keep her safe.
“Vector.” She panted his name. He’d never heard such a glorious sound. His wild reckless female was his, all his.
Vector lowered his head, pressing his lips to the curve where her neck met her shoulder, and he surrendered to her, to the wanting within him, rutting into her with a growing ferocity.
Her fingernails pierced his skin. She hitched her hips, meeting each thrust, breeding with him with total abandonment, throwing herself into the experience as she had with every other task, no pause, no thought, no hesitation.
Vector would catch her as he always did. He would never allow her to fall. Her inner walls constricted around him, the exquisite pressure heightening his pleasure, straining his processors. He slid the feet attached to him, the feet she deemed sexy, farther apart, bracing for the bliss only his female could give him.
“Give. Me. Everything.” She raked her fingernails over his chest.
He howled, slamming into her, doing as she commanded, giving her all of his cock, all of his release, all of his soul. Kasia screamed, arching her back.
Cum jetted from his tip. Processor-dissolving ecstasy melted him to his frame. He was as helpless to save himself from her as he had been to save his brethren from the Furudian fire burrowers.
She clenched around him, taking more, more, more, and he was unable to stop her, wouldn’t have pulled away even if he could. It felt too good, too right. He pinned her against the wall. She writhed, her head thrashing, her wail of release extending, stretching thin as Vector’s pleasure increased.
“Vector.” His female sagged, leaning forward, resting against his heaving chest. She licked his rapidly healing wounds, her tongue rasping over his skin, the fizzing of nanocybotics reassuring him she was his.
He stroked her legs, tracing the definition in her muscles, the dips and swells of her lean female form. “You destroy my control. Every time.”
“I love that,” she murmured against him.
“You would love that, my reckless female.” He carried her to the sleeping support, rolled onto it with her, safeguarding her within his arms, not breaking their physical connection.
She sprawled on top of him, all arms and legs, slight curves, and glowing skin. Her short hair was moist. Her body was warm. Her breath wafted over him.
Breeding with her was euphoria. Holding her after an encounter was the purest joy, like a sunset over a battlefield, the quiet after a hard-fought victory, a beauty that was tangible, that he could grasp.
Kasia snuggled against him, limp and sated. He ran his palms over her back, soothing them both with the repetitive touch.
“I’ll follow your orders during the mission.” Her voice was drowsy. “You have the experience. I won’t put you and the other warriors in danger.”
He was concerned about her, not himself, not the other warriors. “You’ll stay with me on the ship.”
“A ship you won’t allow me to fly.” Her lips twisted. “Hiding on ships, being unseen, watching the action, not participating in it, is all I seem to do.”
Vector curtailed his smile. His female was adorably disgruntled. “It isn’t all you do. You initiated this action. We wouldn’t be pursuing the Humanoid Alliance if you hadn’t drawn that information from the battle station commander.”
She nodded. “I’m good at uncovering information.”
“You are.” His immediate agreement seemed to lighten her mood, his female giving him a small smile. “I like that.” He added.
“You do?” She folded her arms on his chest and rested her chin on them, her gaze fixed on his face.
“I do.” He would never have to worry about lacking the details he required for decisions. His female would supply them to him, ensure he was always informed. “I want to be the first to hear all of your information.”
If he heard it first, he could prepare for any dangers that accompanied it.
“You prefer to hear everything.” She rubbed her toes over his shins. “I understand why.” She assumed it was due to the disaster on Furud One and part of his reason might have been that. “I won’t hold anything back from you.”
“You never do.” He liked that about her also.
“I give you my word. I’ll stay on the warship.” Lines appeared between her eyebrows. “You can leave me there and lead the warriors. I don’t want you to miss the fun.”
Vector was tempted. He did enjoy battle, but protecting her was his primary mission. “I’ll remain with you and our ship.”
“Our ship.” Her eyes widened. “We’re flying the Freedom. That’s why you asked Truth to complete a systems check.”
Vector dipped his head, giving his clever female the confirmation she didn’t need. “I know the Freedom’s capabilities. I don’t have that knowledge of the other ships’.”
He wouldn’t risk his female’s safety by flying an untested vessel.
“We’re taking our home.” She smiled.
“Yes.” Vector smiled back at her, her words expanding his happiness. “We’re taking our home.”